Fifty, sixty pages, no more.
I'm going to start it tomorrow.
This is just me thinking aloud, in the famous
present.
Heartbreak means: it's over.
Enlightenment means: it's over.
In one, "love" is supposedly over, but it's not,
you can love the woozie doozie out of someone who left you,
or with whom you've had to part for the best interests
of your life.
Love goes on.
The dream story of togetherness, or happy ever after has gone,
and guess what: you can be happy ever after,
not with that person, though, same room, same bed,
same marriage, whatever broke to make heart break.
Oh, well.
The dream has ended and the heart, wanted the fullness,
wanting the love that was there,
or the hint of love that ALMOST made it,
or the moments of Real Love in between
the bickering bullshit,
whatever the dream was:
over.
Oh, well.
In enlightenment, too, the dream is over,
except it's the big, "I'm the one that's all important" dream.
Gad, that's a big one.
And the blowout is gentle, or severe, but
what's left is a very happy
emptiness.
Not like a broken heart.
Like a full heart, with no one owning the contents.
Hmmmm.
Interesting.
Yeah, very.
